Confusion Poem by Arfa Kalera
Confusion
The autumn in the gardens tears me up
The darkness in the beacons fears me up
These wrongs in rights
and blues in whites
Fear me up
And the tear me up
I don't know why the world is round
When the different people here, confuse me up
I don't know why the sky is blue
When I, m innocent, and the people accuse me up
The people are different
Yet the world is round
The people are worst
Yet the sky is blue
I don't know why
So I can just sigh
Arfa you are a promising poetess, this one is a beautiful poem by you.
A thoughtful write. Yes, there are a lot of confusing things for the human mind. We try to find answers for them but hardly with any success at times. But it's a good sign that human intellect questions n probes things. Well penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 7:20:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A sublime poetic confusion. Thanks